Psyche Opening the Door into Cupid's Garden, by John William Waterhouse, 1904

I don’t often do the memoir prompts from Write on Edge. I am much better at fiction. If I could do a fictional memoir, I’d do every prompt lol! I’m taking Angela’s advice and focusing on one small point in time, a point that almost every woman has faced at some point in her life.

And I still resolutely refuse to use the pronouns “I” or “me,” even though this is memoir. (Although, it looks like I did… just once.)

Stephen King said, “The scariest moment is always just before you start. After that, things can only get better.”

This week we asked you to write a memoir post inspired by that statement – in 300 words or less.

The moment before leaving.

When you still think you’re in love, but aren’t sure whether that’s enough.

You realize that he never wraps his arms around you…

You wrap yourself in his arms.

The promises he made were never really promises…

They were his way of getting you to shut up.

All the things he used to claim he loved doing with you…

He muttered and whined through until you stopped wanting to do them at all.

Then everything that had been a muddle of emotions and insecurity finally crystallizes into perfect clarity.

After days, months or even years spent in careful contemplation, weighing the ultimate question…

Am I better off with him, or without him?

The decision is made.

Without him.

Constructive criticism is welcome and expected! I was extremely sleep deprived when I wrote this. Sometimes, lack of sleep frees my writing and I end up with something very moving. Then again, sometimes it’s a pathetic mess.

I really can’t tell right now.

Please comment and offer your insight!

The shortlink for this post is